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There were lights behind my eyes, a building pressure between my thighs.

His tongue flicked and licked, and pushed in again, penetrating me, making me sob with pleasure into my hands. Then without warning it was gone and his fingers pinched my clit once more, and the orgasm exploded inside me like a bomb going off.

I screamed into my hands as pleasure ripped through me in a shockwave, and I shook and shook. I was barely aware of him moving behind me, or of the sound of his belt buckle being undone, his zipper pulled down, the rustle of a foil packet. There was only the roar of my heartbeat, my heaving breaths, and the short, sharp electrical pulses of the aftershocks.

“Use your hands,” he ordered, his warmth at my back. “Hold your pussy open for me.”

I was still shuddering through the effects of the orgasm and my hands were shaking, but I reached down, my breathing erratic as I found the folds of my wet sex and spread them apart.

Once again, I was exposed and open to him, and everything tightened inside me, knowing he was kneeling there, watching me, the force of his gaze like a hand stroking over my skin.

Did he like what he saw? Was he getting off on this too? Not being able to see him was driving me mad, but maybe that was the point. Maybe I just had to trust that he was.

Silence fell in the room, broken only by my ragged breathing. He didn’t move or speak, and God, the anticipation was killing me. I had to bite my tongue to stop from speaking.

“What do you say?” he asked at last. “I think you forgot, sub.”

Oh fuck. “Y-yes, Sir,” I forced out.

“Good girl.” Fabric rustled behind me. “You look pretty like this, with your cunt all wet and open for me. I might take a photo later, for my own private collection. But first…” One hand landed on my hip, gripping it and then I felt the blunt head of his cock against my sensitive flesh, pushing in, stretching me wider than his fingers had. I shivered.

“This might hurt.” There was a rough note now in his cool voice. “But that should ease after a few moments.” Then before I could catch my breath, he thrust deep inside me.

The bright flash of pain made me whimper. He felt huge, stretching sensitive tissues, and I couldn’t do anything but pant, tears prickling behind my lids.

“Take me.” The rough note was more pronounced now, shaving all the ice from his voice and thrilling the part of me that was aware enough to hear it. “Take all of me, sub.” He pushed even deeper, and I panted, gasping against the carpet, breathing through the pain as it turned into something darker, something hungrier and more demanding.

I didn’t think it was possible to be building toward yet another orgasm so soon, yet I was.

“Good,” he murmured. “Good, little one.” He flexed his hips, his cock sliding out before pushing back in, his rhythm steady and slow, making me want to move with him. Making me want to be good for him. Making me want to do anything for him if only he would go faster, make this incredible pleasure even more intense.

I almost begged but remembered at the last minute that I wasn’t supposed to speak out of turn. All I could do was moan as he gripped me in his strong hands, his thrusts finally getting faster. “This pussy is mine now,” he said, soft and dark. “I paid a lot of money for it and it’s tight and wet, and hot, just the way I like it.” He gave another deep thrust, then paused deep inside me. “Hands behind your back.”

“Yes, S-Sir.” I did as I was told, putting my shaking hands behind me.

He gripped my wrists in one hand, the other braced on my hip, and then he began to fuck me again, harder this time. “You’re mine too, sub. Tonight, you belong to me and no one else, understand?”

I gasped and shuddered, the words moving through me, binding me as tightly as any restraints. As tight as his grip on me.

But this time there was no fear. I belonged to him. Tonight, I was his.

Me, who’d never belonged to anyone. Who’d been left by my mother, treated like dirt by my father and as an object by everyone else.

Now, I was his and my heart ached and ached.

He went hard and deep and if my hands had been free, I would have been clawing at the carpet. But he held onto them and all I could do was moan helplessly as the orgasm coiled like a snake deep inside me. He reached around at the end to give my clit another pinch and then I was screaming once again as the orgasm swept over me, making lights burst behind my eyes and my cries of release echo around his expensive, white room.

Dimly, I felt him pull out and the moment his hands left my hips, my knees didn’t want to work, and I curled up on the carpet, my eyes closed as the aftershocks of the orgasm pulsed through me, leaving behind them the most delicious warm lassitude.

Maybe I fell asleep for a moment there because the next thing I knew strong arms were lifting me and I was settled against a hard, hot chest. I could smell him, warm spice, cedar and pepper, and something in me that had been tense for too many years to count relaxed.

As if now he held me, I didn’t have to be afraid of anything ever again. I was safe.

I rested my head against his shoulder and turned my face into his shirt, and shut my eyes, breathing him in, content to think of nothing and just feel him holding me. I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had. Mom maybe? Back when I was little, before she’d left. Certainly no one had held me since. No one had hugged me. The only physical contact had been Dad, kicking me in the guts.

But I didn’t to think too deeply about that because it was painful and what I wanted now was warmth and him holding me against his chest.

Too soon, though, I was being laid on something soft. I kept my eyes closed, too sleepy to move, even when he eased my thighs apart and stroked over my sex with what felt like a warm cloth, easing the burn. Then cool sheets were pulled over me and I snuggled down into the pillow.